The Shared Vision of Home

A transcript excerpt from the first session of Dragonets Campaign, played September 17, 2026. Narration by David Kong (DM).

The Embrace

DM: As you all hug the egg, the patterns on the egg begin to glow, and all of you experience, again, this… it’s hard to describe it other than, like, the most sacred experience you’ve ever had in your lives. Like, this is, like, a very, very powerful, sacred moment.

And as you touch it, the egg begins to glow, and light up. These eight points of light start to appear across the egg, as all of you are touching it, holding it, and just feeling this deep, deep sense of being moved by this embrace of each other, but then also the embrace of the egg.

And as you touch it, and as it lights up, you feel also, in some weird way, that your consciousness is merging together. Like, you’re hugging it as kind of four distinct entities, but the longer you hug it, the more that it feels like you’re actually just one entity.

And as you transition into this feeling of, ‘Oh, shit. We’re not four things, but we’re actually one thing,’ your consciousness starts to fade and shift.

A Sky on Fire

DM: And where once you were sitting on the palm of the Wanderer holding an egg, you’re no longer sitting on the Wanderer and holding an egg. You’re someplace else now.

You’re feeling something, but it’s actually darkness. And it’s something you haven’t felt in a very, very long time, if ever. And a sense of despair. And a sense that there’s no hope. A sense that whatever good was in the world, and whatever was light, and whatever was shining, and bright, and laughter, and family… This is the opposite of that.

This is dark. This is despair.

And you’re starting to see now, stretched out, this night sky with the skies on fire. And it’s burning. Raging fire. Deep, deep, dark fire.

There’s still a few points of light in the sky, but you can see them slowly going out, one by one by one, as you watch.

And as you get closer, you realize that there’s a figure on the ground, lying on the ground. And as you get closer and closer, collectively, all of you kind of getting closer to this scene, you realize that lying on the ground, there’s a dragonet there.

And the dragonet is broken, is wounded severely. And it’s a purple dragonet. It’s an older one. You’ve never seen this one before, huh? But it’s got some silvery fur, and it’s got some amethyst-looking skin and scales.

But one of its wings is folded back on itself, broken. And it’s lying in a pool of blood. Deep, deep, dark blood.

And as you get closer to this dragonet, you realize it’s dying. And not only is it dying, it’s gonna die very, very soon, that these are his last breaths.

And as you get closer now, you’re now inside the dragonet. You are the dragonet, and you are dying. And you’re experiencing the last gasps and breaths.

Home

DM: And as you, the dragonet, lying on the ground, dying, looking at the sky on fire and these lights going out, you can see in the distance small little sparks start to fly out of the sky. These bright points are going out, but then these streaks of light are flying around. And you see one of these streaks of light flying closer and closer and closer to you. And you know you’re gonna die soon. You know any moment this could be your last breath.

But as it gets closer, you feel to yourself a little bit of, ‘I need to stay alive, at least to see what this light is.’ And the light gets closer and closer, and closer and brighter, and brighter and brighter.

And finally the light comes, and it consumes you completely.

And you are no longer the dragonet. You are no longer whatever you were. But you feel, as that light touches you, this word in your head, and this sensation, because it’s a beautiful sensation. It’s just like the sacred sensation you just felt hugging the egg together, holding each other.

And there’s a word that echoes in your collective mind’s eye. And it’s home.

And you feel, as this light envelops you and this feeling of home envelops you, suddenly these images start to appear. And it’s images of a man with a jade hand, and you’re feeling yourself getting scratched on the chin. Oh, you fucking love this, getting scratched on the chin so much. This is the best shit ever. You feel yourself getting scratched on the belly. You’re like, oh, this is the best shit ever.

And you see other figures too. Other friends, other beings that you’ve called family and have felt the sensation of home.

You see an island. And you see a perfectly circular island. And you see all of these other dragonets flying around, and the clutches, and the eggs, and this deep, deep sense that this is home.

The Return

DM: And as you get closer to the island, now you’re traveling there. You actually feel that you are flying through the air.

And before—sorry—as you’re experiencing these images of home, you travel through a space of just unimaginable geometry, and you can’t even talk about it as a physical place. But just light, energy, patterns… You feel an incredible force as you’re moving through this.

And then you come out. And you see before you this sea, this vast, vast sea in this night sky. And you’re hurtling towards that sea, over the sea, and then you see a storm in the distance, this weird vertical storm that’s just hovering.

And then you crash into the storm. It’s silent inside the storm.

And then finally, you get closer and see these eight statues and the Wanderer’s palm. And you land, and you crash into that statue.

And as you now, who were once four dragonets, and then one dragonet, and then the light, you now merge back into this space and into this egg.

And the four of you wake up. And you’re lying on the ground next to this dragon egg, or next to this glowing egg.

And all of the lights from the egg, as you wake up from this set of visions, slowly start to fade and darken. And the egg itself goes dark.

The Awakening

DM: And as the egg goes dark, each of you starts to experience something different.

Little Tony

DM: Little Tony? As you’re lying there on your back, just however you can, processing whatever the fuck just happened, you start experiencing something, and this has been a day. Your normal shit, and then all of a sudden you can’t hear everything, you can hear everything back again, like, what the hell’s going on?

You notice as you start to expand your consciousness out, because normally the palm is completely quiet, and it is quiet, and you expand your consciousness down to the wrist and down the arm, and your usual friends that you see along the way, they start talking to you like normal. But you feel, just like you did earlier, that suddenly you feel like you can tune it. You feel like you can talk to any rock that you want.

You feel like any rock, you can tune it and turn this one off, turn that one off. And as you expand outwards, you realize, as you expand outward from beyond the Wanderer and the statue, that you can now talk and engage with every single object that you are scanning across the entire island, as far as you start going and expanding outwards.

And it’s ultra-fucking-high resolution, like, any object, I can talk to this one or not. I can listen to this one or not. You’ve never experienced anything even close to this magnitude. Crystal… perception and resolution.

Zeno

DM: Zeno, as you’re lying there and coming to, that perfect note that you heard in your head earlier, you start to hear in your head not just one note, but a chord. But not just a chord, even. It feels somehow like a set of notes combined together, playing something that’s so resonant and beautiful, yes, to dragonets. But you realize that you can kind of assemble these notes into any pattern that you want.

And you somehow have this sensation that the notes that you’re arranging in your mind, they will be beautiful for the trees. They could be beautiful for the river, for the animals. Even, there feels like, for you, there’s some combination of notes in your mind that the wind will love.

And as you’re kind of just playing with this, you also notice that each note… You thought that there was a note, but actually that note is made up of even more notes. It’s like there are sub-tones within a tone.

And you find that as you’re making these compositions in your mind, the sub-tones create new layers and new density and complexity of music that you have never before imagined or thought of before in your mind. And somehow you can arrange it, and somehow you know that the notes and the chords that you’re making are fucking sick. Whoever’s gonna be listening to this is like, this is the most sacred shit they’ve ever heard in their lives.

Heska

DM: Heska, as you’re lying there and feeling, similarly to everybody else, what the fuck is going on?

You notice in your body and in your being: you’re a hunter, you’re an acrobat, you’ve got incredible control over your body and what you can do. And yet somehow now it’s almost as though every muscle in your body, you have some kind of precise control over. You are able to take the sinew of a muscle on your finger and activate it and control it with total perfection.

The little strand of muscle on your leg below your knee, your hunting muscles, all of them are activated, again, with a precision and a power that you’ve never felt before.

And you know how you felt when you killed that and hunted that king crab? How you felt on that day, and that was a perfect day, that was your perfect hunt? This feels like you could go and hunt a thousand of those crabs. This feels like you could find the most hidden, darkest, strongest beast in the ocean, and go hunt that shit. It’s a level of power and confidence that you have never felt before.

Sculpit

DM: And Mike, for Sculpit, as you’re lying there, you, your whole life, have had this feeling around magic, and a feeling that there’s certain ways in which you just couldn’t control this. You want to be able to do something, but there’s this wild energy that’s flowing within you that you can’t quite keep a lid on.

But now for you, just like before, you were able to kind of teleport ten, twenty feet, you’re feeling now as though all of that wildness is completely tamed. You have complete precision and control over how you want to move it. If you want it to go one foot, ten feet, thirty feet, fifty feet, it all feels completely easy. It all feels novice. Something that would be so simple for you to do.

And so somehow you’ve been searching for this wildness to finally be tamed, and it is completely a slave to whatever you want.

The Power Fades

DM: And as all of you are experiencing these things in your bodies, in your systems, for maybe a couple of minutes, they disappear. And they’re gone.